Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 17:50:19 +0100 (BST)
From: a b
Subject: Gabby's Revenge
This story is a complete and utter fantasy. Although the characters are
real celebrities, this story is not meant to imply anything about them or
their personalities. As you don't have to have to have a clue who they are
to enjoy the tale, I hope anyone will read it. It may not be to everyone's
taste though. . .
*****
Gabby licked her lips slowly before kissing her again, delving her tongue
deep into phillipa's mouth. At the same time she toyed playfully with her
nipple, squeezing a little more than was comfortable. A slight moan of
pain escaped; but only just - Gabby was forcing hard into her captives
mouth. It was a at least a minute before the saliva seal was broken. . .
"Phillipa. . .Phillipa. . . Phillipa. . .Why? That's all I ask. . .Why?"
Gabby tilted her chisled face to the side, feining a surprised look.
Phillipa Forrester stared back; wide eyed and open mouthed. If she had
been able to move her arms, she would have thrown them up in anguish.
"I don't know what I've don. . " - the slap silenced her instantly. A bead
of sweat flew off her face, striking the cold dungeon wall behind. Her
naked breasts jiggled with the force of the impact, drawing Gabby's eye for
a second - and a brief smile.
"Don't answer me back!"
This time the whip cracked, leaving a sharp red line down Phillipa's
spread-eagled leg, contrasting with the glossy pink shine of her thighs.
It was only millimetres from her neatly shaved pussy. . .and the black
plastic dildo protruding there from. The scream echoed round the dark room
for an age, almost following the leather-clad Ms Logan.
She paused only to eye her compromised enemy up and down slowly. The naked
woman was held upright, tight against the bricks. Arms and legs were
spread wide - like leonardos x-man - strapped to the wall by wrist and
ankle. Not a stitch of clothing or jewellery adorned Phillipa's body. Save
one item; a gold ring through her clitoris, still red and sore, which if
you were able to view closely, you would have seen engraved with "Property
of G.Logan". Gabby called it Phillipa's new wedding ring - to love, honour
and obey.
Sweat dripped from the body, running in rivulets from her forehead,
down her anguished face, over her full buxom breasts and flat stomach
before sliding down the perfectly shaped legs. Here and there were red
lines, testament to Gabby's teachings.
The ring of the stilleto heels on the flagstones died down. The
black leather-boots remained firmly on the ground, the 4-inch spikes taking
the majority of the weight above. The boots extended almost up to Gabby's
knees, brightly reflecting what little light there was in the dark room.
Stockings, also black, extended up from the boots, surrounding the
incredible thighs of Ms Logan. They ended almost in line with her exposed
blonde pussy . . . the suspenders rising to attach to the leather basque
which squeezed in her already svelte waist.
With a swift stamp on a flagstone, somewhere a motor whirled into
life. Phillipa gasped as her body began falling forwards - her wrists
slowly lowered forward on chains. Only when her head was level with Gabbys
bosom did the chains snap still again, shaking more sweat from her
glistening breasts. Gabby stepped forward. . .
Phillipa's face was plunged into clevage. One hand forced her head
tight into the flesh of Gabby's chest, the other pushed the dildo another
inch inside her cunt.
"Fucking BITCH!" Gabby screamed, ramming another inch inside the red raw
twat of her captive. A heavily muffled exclaimation of pain . . . then
the motors released again, whining this time. Gabby stepped back and, with
a barely cushioned smack, Phillipa fell face first onto the wet dungeon
floor. The reverbarating impact mixed with cruel laughter. . .
As she writhed on the floor, Phillipa was vaguely aware of a
growing female scent. With a jerk, her head was pulled up by the hair, and
she was staring straight into Gabby's dripping twat. . .
Gabby lay on the floor, using Phillipa's torn and discarded clothes
as a rug, and pulled the helpless woman's mouth toward her cunt. Gabby
twisted and pulled Ms Forrester head, and pressed herself hard into her.
She could force her against the pussy - but Phillipa resolutely kept her
lips sealed, though they shone with Gabby's juices.
The whip cracked down on the skin, leaving a long line along
Phillipa's back. After the cry died down, but the tongue hadn't emerged,
the whip spoke again. Gabby moaned. . .
"That's more like it. . . oh yes. . ."
Phillipa's face screwed up as she tasted Ms Logan's juices. The
pain in her cunt was almost unbearable, the dildo was thicker than anything
she'd ever taken before and it was at least 10" long, most of which was
pressed inside her. Her breasts ached from falling, the whip marks were
stinging beyond belief and she still had no idea what she had done to make
this psycho bitch cow so angry with her!
"Quicker! Do it properly" - SMACK!
Closing her eyes and blocking out the incredible hurt, and the
taste, Phillipa licked for all she was worth. . .
****
Kenny knew he was taking a huge risk, any number of people in
Scotland would recognise him; he just had to hope nobody round here knew
him. After all, Portugal wasn't known for it's rugby - and if he steered
clear of the areas frequented by Brits, he should be safe.
Still. . . there had to be some risk, or it wasn't worth the bother.
"Sir? Your name, sir?"
"Oh, sorry, erm. . . " his mind froze. "Yorath. . " SHIT! That was
terrible.
"Certainly, Mr 'Yorath'" The clerk smiled. "Through here".
The clerk opened a large wooden door and led Mr Logan down a long,
wooden panelled corridor. It looked far more like a tudor country house
than a Portugeese brothel. . . The clerk smiled to himself as an evil
thought passed through him mind.
"This door here, Mr 'Yorath'. I trust you will enjoy." He winked,
turned on the spot, and walked away.
His erection obvious; already leaving a growing damp patch inside
his dark trousers, Kenny pushed open the door. It was dark inside, that
was part of the appeal of this place - discression and privacy. It was
only his second time in this place, but the first had made it well worth
visiting. He'd heard about it, and it's special reputation, from a friend.
Meet a stranger, stay strangers, fuck like rabbits. And as it was open to
both sexes - no one was a prostitute, you simply had some fun with a
like-minded stranger. Given the reputation of the place, that stranger
might be someone famous. . . but you'd never know. . .
****
Phillipa's juices soaked her knickers before she could even close her lips
around the mystery man's cock. She orgasmed before he even came in pussy,
and again when he filled her mouth. . .
****
Two hours later, Kenny left the brothel. Fifteen minutes after that,
Phillipa Forrester left the same building. . . five minutes after that, a
certain clerk made a certain phonecall to a certain Ms Logan. . .
****
Every time she remembered that phonecall, Gabby pulled the slut's
face deeper into her cunt. And every time she slowed to less that a
frantic clit-licking, she was rewarded with a quick dose of the whip. This
was only the beginning. There was plenty more revenge to be had yet. It
was incredibly enjoyable having a pussy-eating slave - but that wasn't the
purpose, she could have chosen any slut for that. The real pleasure was
getting this little slapper to serve her in specific. Getting this little
whore to atone for what she'd done.
It had been a good few minutes since her last orgasm, and quite
frankly, she was getting bored. Phillipa was o.k. for a non-lesbian
newbie, but she'd have to be taught a thing or two; maybe get a few others
for her to practise on. Gradually Gabby relaxed her pelvis floor muscles
and sighed with relief. The golden fluid streamed out into Phillipa's
mouth and all over her face. Gabby held Phillipa's head tight against her
cunt, using the whip when she dared to close her mouth.
It was only the repeated threat of pain kept Phillipa's lips apart.
The warm urine was disgusting, swilling around in her cheeks and pouring
down her skin. She'd tasted piss before, in an establishment in Portugal,
but it had been nothing like this. . .this was for humilation only.
Eventually, it stopped. A quick order and a crack of the whip
convinced Phillipa of the obvious hygenic requirement of licking the area
clean, and then Gabby slowly stood up
"That's enough for now, fucking whore. I'll be back later
though. . . "
The dungeon rang with the sound of stiletto on stone and slowly
Phillipa was dragged back upright. As she rose, yellow fluid ran down her
naked body., tracing out a path round her breasts, chest and pussy before
dripping off the end of black dildo.
She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling repeatedly as
Gabby caressed it, pausing only to viciously twists the nipples. Without
leaving Phillipa's skin, Gabby's hand slid down the lubricated body until
it stopped between the legs.
"Bitch. . ." The dildo was forced completely in.
Phillipa was still screaming when the heavy dungeon door slammed
shut, leaving her alone inside.
****
The widescreen TV burst into life, filling the room with light.
Gabby settled into the sofa; now wearing a silky black suit. The female
newsreader continued onto the next story. . .
"Police are still trying to locate missing presenter Phillipa
Forrester. Ms Forrester was last seen leaving her apartment on Tuesday
morning. Early report have. . . " Gabby flicked round, finding another
news channel. Her face starred back at her from the TV screen.
"Mr Logan's widow, sports presenter Gabby Logan, requested that any
flowers or donations be sent to the local childrens' hospital." The TV
died. Gabby slowly closed her eyes, smiling quietly to herself. . .